Quotes About Waiting

Life is like waiting in line at the grocery store. You wait, you slowly move forward, you pay the price, then you exit unsatisfied and broke.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

When I fly, I'm never afraid the plane is going to crash. But there have often been times when I was afraid it wouldn't crash. I was just afraid it was going to circle O'Hare for the rest of my life.

Past the village flowed the river, like time, like life itself, waiting for the swimmer to come again on his way to the climax of his adventurous life, and to the end for which he had been made.

Life is a helluva thing. You can see trouble coming and you can't do a damn thing to prevent it coming. You just got to sit and watch and wait.

You have to have spent the night at sea, sitting in a life raft and looking at your watch, to know that the night is immeasurably longer than the day.

Persistence may not solve everything - at least in our lifetime - but it is truer to the meaning of life for us to wait for another plowing, another seeding, another harvest, then not.

The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting.

Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.

God is found in this Life ... to wait for another is folly.

Life is like a taxi. The meter just keeps a-ticking.

Death was past, life not come: so he waited.

I have spent probably years of time waiting in studio lounges - waiting on a mix, waiting on my time to sing, waiting on, waiting on, waiting on. That's just the nature of life.

In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.

Lovesick, bitter and hardened heart. Aching, waiting for life to start

Talk about a dream, try to make it real. You wake up in the night with a fear so real. Spend your life waiting for a moment that just don't come. Well don't waste your time waiting.

we are waiting and waiting and doing nothing, until it is too late, and they commit crimes so serious that all society wants to do is punish instead of rehabilitate.

Between every move of a step of life towards coming after that step, carries and displays the burden of unconscious waiting; thus, every second defines that, as well.

To wait is an uttermost, and unpleasant weight.

Waiting and expecting a destination in the way of a mirage results in another optical illusion, as a bare reality, such a journey carries only the failure of time and life.

Waiting and expecting a destination in the way of a mirage; it results in another optical illusion, as a bare reality, such a journey carries only the failure of time and life.

Waiting earns two results; disappointment or enjoyment.

Here--you warriors--why this moaning and complaining? Have you no more sense than toads and vipers? Our time hasn't come. Have you no patience? Are we not the 'trodden weed' still? The time is not yet here for us to raise our heads. Must you still complain?

We're basking in language itself. The silence of my friend. My love. The one beyond words in her silence. She is always eternally before. When she speaks it is shit, a gift, something to do. In our moment, of waiting, pointing, silent gear, what we went out for—that is pointing. Shit is the award. The award is shit.